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Who: Max and Furiosa (and Katie!)
Broadcast: n/a
Action: Saavy trials and fail
When: This weekend

[It didn't take much to convince Furiosa which faction she belonged in. Moxie was tempting, Spirit something of an enigma, but Savvy felt like her people. While there was something unsavory about having to rely on survival instead of living life up, it was deeply ingrained; instinctual and second nature. Not having to explain herself for her eccentricities of hoarding foodstuffs, hiding weapons, checking over her shoulder in an empty corridor.]

[Upon expressing interest in aligning with Savvy, she was immediately assigned her survival tasks, and as she's heading out to the wilderness to complete them, she runs into another Fleet member who, frankly, she would have been surprised not to see.]

Max, I imagined I'd find you here.

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[Furiosa nods, but she's not sure if the motion is enough; her neck feels painfully stiff.]

Yes. He worries. He shouldn't. [He totally should in this case] let's find him ...

[The easy way? She wondered just what the easy way was.]

[flickerflash]

[She's inclined to disagree. Max can glare and mutter and haul Furiosa back and look after her and feed her chicken sou-- oh. Actually. Never mind her imagination.]

Are you the one that gave him the plant?

[...she's shrugging off her jacket again, kinda stretching up to tippytoes to throw it over Furiosa's head like a scarf. It's the only thing she can think of to help right now. You have no hair up there to protect you :c]

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[The plant. She thinks of Asteffiel's gift to her when she first arrived; her own plant. She'd gotten one for Max eventually, too. Their own personal little green.]

[She falls to her knees into the snow, letting the girl adorn her with her coat without much thought.] There's no green here. It's all white.

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My coat is green! [Okay, yes. Fast way it is. She whispers a brief apology to Tully, before her hands land gently on Furiosa's shoulders.]

Close your eyes, okay? You can pretend it's green behind your eyelids. Don't go to sleep. Just... count to ten. I'm going to do a magic trick and summon fire.

[Regardless of Furiosa's response, she hooks into the glamour that makes up Furiosa's being-- low, guttering like a fire going out, but sparking in odd ways as the mind wanders. And draws it into herself. If Furiosa was at her best, she'd never even notice. But for this? She's already tired. It's a sense of emptiness that'll pull her another step down toward comatose.

She needs the glamour, Furiosa, sorry. The fae frown on dragging it out of people wholesale, but when the alternative is not getting you somewhere safe, well. They'll probably forgive this.]

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[Furiosa has been in the Fleet long enough not to question whether or not little girls can summon fire. She's still grasping for details but this seems reasonable. She closes her eyes and starts to count, thick, troublesome numbers, but she doesn't quite make it to ten before she feels the pull and loses herself to the darkness. Wherever the girl brings her, she's slumping forward and hovering on the edge of unconscious.]

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[Katie lets Furiosa slump down over her shoulder, staggering a little under the weight-- she's small. But her arms come up under Furiosa's, not quite long enough to do more than pat at her back in an attempt to be reassuring. She can't take proper hold, but it's enough.

She has enough glamour to make the distance now. She jumps. They leave the ground in a small puff of snow, and the air is even more bitterly cold up away from the ground, shearing into the wind. It's almost like flying, except for the fact they curve up into the sky and then down, crashing down into the snow not far from where she left Max.

It doesn't hurt at all, though.]